Sharing a Rent with School Flowers: Student Bodyguards with Amnesia

"Old Chai, I'm here." The courtyard door was left open, and Dai Wei walked in with ease.

Dai Jun stared at the room, waiting for the mysterious master to appear.

"Hehe, you two come in." A gentle voice came from inside the room.

The father and son looked at each other, Dai Wei walked ahead with the wine in hand, and the two filed into the house.When Dai Jun's feet just touched the ground, he suddenly felt an overwhelming majesty rushing towards him, like a mountain pressing down on him, making him breathless.

But Dai Jun's face didn't change. He took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and said to the old man sitting on the sofa: "Junior Dai Jun has met the senior. I wish the senior good fortune forever." [

"Huh?" The old man stood up from the sofa, laughed loudly and said, "Haha, you are indeed a fearsome young man, Ah Wei, your son is not ordinary."

The old man's skin was glowing, and there were not too many wrinkles on his face, and the white beard on his lower forehead looked like a fairy, like a fairy.Dai Wei couldn't help laughing when he heard the old man's praise: "Don't praise him, Mr. Chai. This kid is very pompous, but he can't stand the praise."

Dai Jun also replied respectfully: "Senior is too praised, how can junior Weimo bear such praise from senior."

The interior of the house is very simple, with only a few sofas and a table. There are some calligraphy and paintings on the wall, but there are no seals, which must have been drawn by the old man in his spare time.The three of them took their seats as guests and hosts, and the old man poured tea for them again, Dai Jun was unavoidably polite.

"That's right, I promised the village chief to play chess in the afternoon. Look at my memory." Dai Wei slapped his forehead and said in an apologetic tone, "Old Chai, I'll leave for a while, and you will supervise this kid, right?"

Dai Wei left on purpose so that they could talk.

"Hehe, hurry up and go, Jun'er and I will chat for a while." The old man did not leave Dai Wei behind, and waved his hand with a smile.

Before leaving, Dai Wei glanced at his son, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious: Boy, if you have any questions you don't understand, just ask, don't hide it.

"Jun'er, hehe, can I call you that?" Old Chai asked with a smile.

"Senior, you are welcome. You are an elder, so you should call me that."

Old Chai smiled with satisfaction: "Don't call me senior, if you don't mind, just call me Grandpa Chai."

"Grandpa Chai." Dai Jun and Ma Shan called out sweetly.

The smile on Mr. Chai's face suddenly became brighter. After laughing a few times, he said: "I have been observing you for the past six months, and your progress has really exceeded my imagination."

He didn't say a word, waiting for the old man's next words.

"In just three months, you have jumped from a young man with a weak crown to a martial artist, which is barely considered an introduction. This has to show that you are a genius in martial arts." Chai Lao said.

Dai Jun smiled and said, "Grandpa Chai is too polite. If it weren't for the ginseng and other traditional Chinese medicines you provided, how could I improve so fast."

"That's just a supporting role. The most important thing is that your cultivation technique is powerful. This old man can be regarded as a person with eyesight, but he can't see clearly which school of foreign boxing you practiced from."

With a sincere smile on Dai Jun's face, he replied: "It's inconvenient to say, the person who taught me told me, I dare not refuse."

The old man showed doubts on his face, and his brows were slightly frowned, "It seems that the old man has a picture." [

The old man took a deep look at him, and stopped entangled in this topic, took a sip of tea, and then asked: "Jun'er, are you really going to practice martial arts?"